***This story is a complete work of fiction
centering on a sexual encounter between footballers Lukas Podolski (Germany)
and Olivier Giroud (France) of the London based club, Arsenal. It is common
knowledge that Lukas Podolski is a happily married man and father of a young
son and this story in no way attempts to question his or Olivier Giroud's sexuality
or preferences. Readers should be 18 years of age or older.***

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The locker room had finally settled down from
all the commotion and excitement of their recent win. Arsenal had just
defeated Montpellier 2-1, and new signing Lukas Podolski played an important
role in that win by scoring a goal. His teammates had all congratulated him,
and he was quickly reminded of how happy he was to be apart of this new team,
where everyone was easygoing yet hardworking, and strived for the absolute
best.

Lukas was one of the last few guys lingering
around in the locker room along with Theo Walcott, one of his favorite
teammates and a new close friend, and Olivier Giroud, another of the new summer
signings to Arsenal and also a new close friend.

"Congrats again, man! We love you!" fellow teammate Theo
Walcott said, giving "Prince Poldi" a hug and high five on his way out. "Be
sure to stop by our room tonight for a celebration drink!"

"Yes of course, thanks man! I will see you guys after I take
my shower," Poldi replied in his heavy funny-sounding German accent that
somehow, all the guys liked.

Lukas had just wrapped a towel around his body
and was on his way to the shower room when he noticed Giroud looking downcast.
He sat down next to his teammate.

"What? Are you crazy man? We love you, you're a great
footballer. We need you on this team! You're going to help us win titles!"
Lukas said, simultaneously speaking from his heart and trying to boost his
teammate's confidence.

"But...but...you've already netted three goals in five games!"
Oliver broke down in tears and dropped his head on to Lukas' shoulder. Naturally,
Lukas took his teammates head into his arms and gently rubbed his back.
Olivier was clearly depressed, perhaps even unstable. He didn't know what to
say to the taller Frenchman; he just let him cry on his shoulder.

About five long minutes passed before Olivier
was finally able to pull himself together. He pulled himself off Lukas who
stared back at his teammate with concern. He didn't want to go celebrate if he
had teammates, even only one teammate, who was feeling down.

Without warning, and almost naturally, Olivier
leaned down and kissed Lukas on the lips. Lukas was shocked and his entire
body went numb. He didn't know what to do. Olivier went in for another kiss,
and this time, he forced his strong tongue in between Lukas' soft salty Polish
lips. Olivier brushed his tongue over that of his colleague.

Lukas finally came out of state of shock and
gently pushed the shoulders of his teammate off of him. "Olivier, I cannot do
this," he said slightly panting and trying to catch his breath. "I am
married. And I have a son."

"I know that," Olivier responded. "But I don't care. We
are teammates. We are supposed to support each other. And right now, I need
your support. I want you to help me feel good."

Lukas was clearly confused. Olivier's English
was much better than his, and he was somewhat confused by what his teammate was
saying. But then again, he didn't need a translator to decipher the kiss they
had just shared.

Lukas' face immediately flushed and his heart
started beating loudly; so loudly that you could easily hear it in the quiet of
the locker room.

"What do you mean, Olivier? I do not understand." Lukas
said, hoping he was hearing incorrectly and that something had simply been lost
in translation.

"Here, let me show you," Oliver said, swiftly picking Lukas
up by the waist and undoing the towel covering his modesty. Lukas was now in
the arms of his teammate, completely naked and staring down into his face.

"Olivier, I have a son!" Lukas screamed in a loud whisper.
"I cannot do this! What about our teammates?!" Now it was Lukas who was almost
on the verge of tears. He was scared, and it showed in his face.

"Luc, I promise no one will ever find out if you do not say
anything. It will be just between us. I want you. I really want you!"

Tears began to roll down Lukas' face. He was
confused.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why not?" Olivier was becoming irritated. Why was Lukas
acting like this? Who was he fooling? Olivier had heard plenty of rumors in France
that Lukas had sex with a lot of his German teammates, both at the club and
national levels. It was time to ask.

"Didn't you have sex with (Bastian) Schweinsteiger?"

"Oh mein Gott!" Lukas nearly yelled in German. "No! Nein!
Why does everybody think that? We were just friends! I've only had sex with
one person in my whole life, and that is my wife! I was a virgin before I met
her. I have never experimented or done anything with anyone else!"

Olivier kissed him to reassure the young Pole,
and set him down on the bench in front of his locker. He got down on his knees
in front of Lukas, and looking up into his face said, "Well let me take your
virginity again," and picked Lukas' legs up by his ankles, sending his knees up
into his chest. The move almost made Lukas fall backwards, but he put his arms
down and held onto the edge of the bench to balance himself just in time.

Now, Olivier was staring face to face with what
he wanted most from Lukas. It was the most private part of Lukas'...of any
man's...body: his anus. Olivier leaned his face forward and inhaled. The smell
was intoxicating; an eclectic mix of musk, sweat, and Lukas' own natural body
scent.

"Putain," Olivier whispered. "Damn!" He stuck his tongue
out and licked the small pink opening. Lukas gasped and moaned audibly.

"Shhh," Olivier hissed. "I'm going to fuck you tonight."
Lukas nodded in agreement, his tears finally drying up. It was clear to him
that Olivier was going to do whatever he pleased with him, with or without his consent,
and whether he wanted to or not. "I'm going to be your second love. I'm going
to make you feel good and show you what love is like with a man. You need to
experience this."

Olivier had had a crush on Lukas since he first
met him. Lukas was extremely handsome and his personality made him that much
more desirable. He had a perfect white smile, beautiful blue eyes, an amazingly
toned body, and the biggest ass Olivier had ever seen on a man. He remembered
clearly the first time he saw Lukas naked in the locker room after their first
practice. Lukas had a long foreskin and a small patch of pubic hair that he
kept neatly trimmed. He had dropped the soap in the shower, much to everyone's
amusement, but his butt was so big that it kept hidden the treasure Olivier
desperately wanted to see...and fuck. He immediately made up his mind that he
was going to fuck Lukas one way or another, regardless of the fact that he was
a married father.

He continued his oral assault on Lukas' anus,
which had a small tuft of hair either side of his opening that was lay flat as
a result of Olivier's saliva. He stuck his tongue inside the hole, which sent
Lukas into complete ecstasy. Lukas was swearing in German. He had never
experienced anything like this before.

Before long, Olivier inserted a finger inside
Lukas. Lukas gasped, and his body responded by clasping his sphincter around
the object forcing its way in.

"Relax, baby," Olivier said, rubbing Lukas' stomach.

Olivier worked his finger in and out in his
attempt to open Lukas wide enough to be able to insert his French meat into his
teammate. Lukas continued to moan and clenched his toes together. This was an
amazing feeling. Olivier was gentle, but at the same time, very assertive. He
held Lukas' body with a firm grasp.

After about five minutes (which seemed like an
eternity to Lukas), Olivier managed to work three fingers into Lukas and felt
he was ready. Lukas was leaking precum like crazy, but the pleasure he was
getting from being fingered distracted him from realizing that Olivier had not
once touched his cock. And Olivier didn't want to!

Olivier got off his knees and leaned up and
kissed Lukas, who surprisingly kissed him back passionately. He took his
clothes off and straddled the bench, lining his cock up with Lukas' hole.

He pushed in. Lukas cursed and clenched his
sphincter.

"Relax, Lukas. I'm not going to hurt you."

He continued to slide in, inch by inch, until
all eight inches of uncircumcised French cock was snug inside the warm Polish
hole. "Fuck, you're tight!" Olivier thought to himself. Lukas wasn't lying.
He most definitely was a virgin in this aspect.

Lukas whimpered from the feeling which was, to
him, a strange mix of both pain and pleasure. Olivier rubbed his hands all
over the smaller man's body. He couldn't believe he was finally fucking Lukas
Podolski, one of the greatest football players of all time, a married man, and
father of a young son. He grinned when he thought about that last fact. Here
was Lukas lying on his back with another man inside of him, and this time
tomorrow, he would be at home probably putting his son to sleep.

Olivier got back to the issue at hand and
started pumping inside Lukas. The Polish man's body had finally relaxed and
got over the initial pain of being penetrated. Olivier, complying with the
stereotypical model of French men, didn't simply fuck Lukas; he made love to
him. He kissed him passionately, whispered in and playfully bit his ears,
sucked on his neck and nipples...this was pure lovemaking, and again, something
Lukas had never experienced.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So so beautiful," Olivier
whispered in Lukas' ear.

"Umph, ahhh," Lukas grunted.

"Will you have my baby?" Olivier whispered affectionately in
his partner's ear.

"I don't want to get pregnant!" Lukas managed to make a joke
and lighten the mood. Olivier laughed and shoved his tongue down his mouth.

Just a few more minutes passed, and Lukas could
feel Olivier's cock get even harder (if that was possible), and his thrusting
slowed down. He knew what was coming. Olivier collapsed on top of Lukas and
moaned loudly in his ear. His cock was pumping out load after load of thick
creamy baby making cum. Lukas could feel the liquid shoot out of his teammate
and deep into his body. If he were a woman, he would most certainly have
gotten pregnant from this.

Olivier was dripping sweat onto the Polish man
and panting like crazy. Lukas had his arms around his teammates back and just
stared up at the ceiling, feeling good and satisfied, but also confused, and
even somewhat embarrassed about what he had just done. He felt Olivier go
limp, and the French sausage slid out of his hole, bringing some of the now
watery cum out with it. He clenched his anus, now feeling empty inside. He
almost wanted Olivier to stick his cock back inside him.

The Frenchman climbed off his teammate and wiped
the sweat from his body with Lukas' towel. Lukas sat up on the bench and
admired the man who had just taken his anal virginity and awaken him to an entirely
new sexual experience. Olivier stared back at Lukas before kissing him again.

"How do you feel?"

"Ja, I'm okay. How about you? Do you feel better?" Lukas
asked.

"Oui, monsieur. You're a good man."

Silence.

"So, um, will you be coming over to Theo's room for a drink
with us?" Lukas asked.

"Peut-etre. Maybe. Can I come back to your room
afterwards?"

"Oh, Olivier, I don't..."

"Shhh." Olivier cut Lukas off with a final passionate
kiss.

"Let's see what happens," he whispered in Lukas' ear.

-The End-

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If you found this story interesting, be sure to check out my other story, Football
King (here in the Celebrity section), also featuring Lukas Podolski (as a
normal everyday man) as he starts a relationship with a handsome young Swede.
It is far more creative and descriptive, and stands at 4 parts at the moment.